When we take our first steps toward nowhere, we don't know that it's nowhere. But when we figure it out, we don't just stop and turn around. No. We keep moving forward.
Footprints in the Snow
More by Anna P.
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you.
If you were a story,
I would read you
Cover to cover
Without hesitation,
And if you were a song,
I would play you
On repeat
For a week
Maybe two.
But you're not.
You're a cracked empty soul, -
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